Changing of the Guard

Sixteen years Sixteen banners united over the field Where the good shepherd grieves Desperate men, desperate women divided Spreading their wings 'neath the falling leaves Fortune calls I stepped forth from the shadows, to the marketplace Merchants an

Modern maiden, modern times Twenty channels, twenty lines Took a bit I'm feeling fine Isolated by design What could be better than this? [?] in the forefront, backlit by the storefront Don't tell me what I should do, do Or what I can't Should we leav